In brief 🩲
- Journal: An insurance movie scene about demise
- Practical: Map every second of every day, but calmly
- Quotable: Wait – why am I talking?
From the journal 📖
Today I spent a compulsory hour with an insurance broker named Jake hypothesising when I might die. It’s fractionally easier to talk about insurance when the broker has a Scottish accent, for surely this is the greatest accent, perhaps with the exception of Irish. People from Scotland and Ireland can say anything, and I’ll still likely find their words moderately enchanting.
Jake has kitted out his insurance office from skirting board to ceiling with eighties movie posters and paraphernalia. Die Hard, Bruce Willis. Bloodsport, Jean-Claude Van Damme. Kindergarten Cop, Arnold Schwarzenegger. Gremlins. Posters, coasters, ash trays. The office doesn’t exactly scream “Insurance”. But the layers of kitsch make it a slightly cosier place to discuss death.